As black smoke engulfs the sky RAID

A boy came rushing to meet her-- wait, a boy? A yearling, if she had to guess, though he stood taller than the tenderhearted creature. A boy, but he must be here to learn, just as the rest of them were. Halo isn't quite sure why she's so surprised, but it catches her off guard for a moment. What about his joints? Still, he was lighter in build than many of the Armada wolves that she worried about on the day to day, and that would be a saving grace. Oh right. Yes, they were sparring.

Halo is attentive as he charges, lavender gaze intent. He came in head on, and the pale girl took first one step to the side, and then two. She'd meet him where he stood, and where he attempted to leap upon her, but she couldn't stop moving. The Warlord's words from their lesson still ring in her head-- harrying. Halo would do her best to keep moving, trying to keep herself safe in a combat situation. If she slowed, if she stopped, then she'd be as good as beaten. No, this is different. Though he tries to leap and hold the pale creature, she doesn't stop moving. It would make her hard to hold, and the momentum would hopefully be enough to keep free of the boy's grasp.

For good measure, Halo snaked her head forward, snaked her head up, attempting to find purchase about his ruff or cheek with her teeth. It wouldn't be a hard bite, just enough to hopefully deter him from grabbing her again. Right, maybe, just maybe, she could go on the offensive too. This was a spar after all, and she was going to put herself to the test, even if it made her tender heart ache to do so.

"Halo"